With so many normal activities not happening I would have thought that it would feel like there was so much extra time.
Maybe its that the days are getting shorter (sunrise is 7.00am and sunset 5.00pm presently) but time seems to be getting away.
In the energy and time devoted to establishing a completely different work pattern, and the time and energy involved in working out different patterns again for varying stages of resumption there is a weariness and fatigue that is not the physical exertion of effort, but the mental disequilibrium of nothing being familiar.

Anyway, All The Time In The World from Joy Ike expresses the pleasure which it is to have opportunity to catch up with folk.

I get a bit drained of life reading and watching various church leader types providing hot-takes on a pandemic as a once in a life-time opportunity to lead, lead, lead, and do, do, do. For all the communication about change, I don’t perceive any change at all, just a redecoration of the tread-mill that seems to be contemporary Christian discipleship. More like a pyramid scheme than an identity.
You might think that the demonstrated uncertainty and disequilibrium of the season could be an opportunity to rest more deeply in our identity in Christ rather than in the outcomes we can achieve.

From Drew Dyck.

It sounds grandiose, I know. The dwelling place of the Lord Almighty. Imagine what we’d think of someone who listed that on his or her résumé. At the same time it seems too simple. Most of us would prefer a spiritual to-do list. If I can maximise my good deeds and minimise my sins, this I’ll be okay with God. It might be hard, but at least it’s tangible. There’s no ambiguity. With enough grit and determination, I can get there. I can do something. But being a dwelling place is a passive exercise. It means simply welcoming God into you life, that you’re a vessel of his presence. Yet that’s also what makes it so freeing. It secures your identity. Being God’s dwelling place means your worth isn’t tied up in what people think about you. Instead of scrambling to collect achievements and accolades, your’re able to rest in the fact that you’re a temple. And a temple doesn’t have to do anything; a temple just is.
You’re never going to be perfect, but you don’t have to be. A temple that’s a little broken down or faded on the outside is still a temple, if God’s presence is there. His presence in you is what matters most.

Drew Dyck, Yawning At Tigers, Nelson Books, 2014, pg 138.

The disruption of the current season heightens a sense that life is not as it should be, and that there should be something better.
For disciples of Jesus it focuses our desire for the fulfilment of God’s redemptive purpose for his people and for creation.

See The Day is from Liz Vice.

The lyrics:
1
I wanna see the day when justice rolls
Like a mighty river floods out of control
May that day be today when together we say
Let justice, let justice roll
2
I wanna see the day when Love shakes the ground
And the walls that separate come tumbling down
May that day be today when together we say
Let Love, Love will shake the ground
3
I wanna see the day when we stand tall
And the heavy hand of oppression is finally gone
May that day be today when together we say
Precious, LORD, come lead us on

Words and Music by: Liz Vice, Leslie Jordan, Jonathan Jay
(c) 2020 Liz Vice, Leslie Jordan, Jonathan Jay

Disciples of Jesus don’t create to draw attention to themselves or leave a legacy of their accomplishment.
Instead they create in order to draw attention to the one worth paying attention to.

From Andrew Peterson.

…art shouldn’t be about self-expression or self-indulgence. Art should’t be about self. The paradox is that art is necessarily created by a Self, and will necessarily draw some measure of attention or consideration to the artist. But the aim ought to be for the thing to draw attention, ultimately, to something other than the Self. For a Christian, that means accepting this paradox in the knowledge, or at least in hope, that my expression, even if it is of the most intimate chambers of my heart, can lead the audience beyond me, and to the Ultimate Self, the Word that made the world. In that grand chamber alone will art find its best end, as an avenue to lead the audience Home.
Lead me home, Jesus. Let me die to my need to be someone important. Let me die to my need to leave a mark.
Over the gateway of Self is a sign that says, “Abandon home, all ye who enter.” It is a hellish, helpless place. Die to self. Live to God. Let your words and music be more beautiful by their death in the soil of worship, that the husk of your own imperfection might fall away and germinate into some bright eternal song only God could have written.
We must resist Resistance.
Andrew Peterson, Adorning The Dark, B&H Publishing Group, Nashville, 2019, pgs 44-45.